Not long ago, archaeologists brushed the dust from an Egyptian tomb, sealed before Moses ever raised his staff over the Red Sea. Inside lay the treasures of a vanished world—ornaments, vessels, fragments of power. But among them was something astonishing: jars of honey.

Honey, resting in the dark for more than three thousand years, still golden. Still sweet. Still good. Pharaoh’s throne had long since crumbled, but the honey endured.

Doesn’t that preach? The fragile works of men—empires, armies, monuments—fade into dust. But honey keeps its flavor.

And the psalmist gives us this picture:

“The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.” (Psalm 19:9–10)

The Word of God is honey to the soul. Pure. Enduring. Sweet. What He declared yesterday is as sure today. His promises require no preservatives, for His truth never spoils.

Meanwhile, our words falter. Our headlines sour. Our resolutions fade. We are a people hungry for something permanent. Something that holds when everything else shakes.

Friend, you can find it. Open the Scriptures. Taste their sweetness. Let them linger on your tongue and steady your heart. The same words that lifted David, nourished prophets, and carried saints through storm and fire are waiting for you today.

The kingdoms of men crumble. The pyramids weather. But the promises of God remain, sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.